Light a Candle
I don’t know who put it there, but she would have liked it. The rest of the shrine – why
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The Perfect Storm
They call it a perfect storm. I don’t think they would, if they were in the dragon’s mouth. If they
What Do You Feel?
“But what does it mean?” “Well, what does it make you feel?” “That’s not what I asked.” “I know.” “It
I believe…
In the beginning, there is a voice. The words touch a place of nothingness waiting to be, and somewhere in
And She Waits
She stands silhouetted in the window, watches the shortening shadows and knows in her heart what she won’t
And now, for something just a little different…
Normally with Lucid Dreaming, my contributors create art, and I write something in response. This week, we’ve turned it on
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The Heart
When I was five, I painted a picture of a heart. It was the first thing I’d ever made. My
The Dread Scourge of Dar’abor
Why do people always assume that I’M the bad guy? Sure, I’m a big guy. And yes, I’m scaly and
With her Hand in Mine
Her hand in his is warm, a mirror of the sun on his face. Though his steps are slow she
The Experiment
I whimper, pull the sleeping bag tighter over my head. His arms around me are strong, secure, but nothing feels